Month: May 2022

Bear This You Sons of B*&%$#!

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I wasn’t going to weigh in on the death of the Children in Texas-the only other place I could do that is on Facebook and seriously, that is where good ideas go to wither away

but for real I cannot take it because Texas is the straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back so here I go-

 

First, the politicians in Texas let some their people freeze to death or die trying to keep themselves warm last winter. I want to make it clear I say THEY LET IT HAPPEN BECAUSE IT WAS PREVENTABLE.

  Then some of Texas’ elected officials tried to overthrow a FAIR AND LEGAL ELECTION.

And the State of Texas’ ongoing assault on immigrants and women’s rights has just brought me to the point to where I can’t stomach watching elected Representatives from Texas or any other Republican infested state go  on TV and champion and weep- for their guns.

For their Goddamn effing guns.

It’s sickening and it takes a lot to turn this woman’s stomach.

Slow clap and here we go…

Andrew Wyeth. ” Incoming Fog”

I am sick to death of Gunhumpers and Republicans saying-

‘they need them some ‘firepower’ in case someone breaks into their house and tries to rape their wives or daughters- ( seriously, people I know OFF of Facebook love to throw this one around )-

that they need guns to protect themselves from those waves of ‘illegals’ just waiting to  break into their house and steal their ‘stuff’  ) By illegals of course they mean not white people  and those “illegals ” are always up to no good so you have to arm yourself against ‘them’.

I am sick death of Republicans and the ill-informed harping on that is a ” Christian Nation built on the word of God”- so THERE now- “Gimme gimme gimme ma’ GUNS! The ALMIGHTY HIMSELF wants me to have Guns! He commands it!”

Gunhumpers and Republicans need to seriously STFU because for all of their religious spew and talk about gangs of rapists roaming the streets and ‘illegals’ just waiting to steal their stuff at gunpoint because when it comes to someone ‘exercising their right to bear arms-

all I’m seeing are children-CHILDREN being gunned down in cold blood in their class rooms and the best Republicans and Gunhumpers  can offer is their ” thoughts and prayers ” oh and then they toss it out there that maybe teachers should carry guns because that is the answer for Gunhumpers and Republicans- more guns will solve the problem.

I am sick to death of Gunhumpers and Republicans pretending that they are all about God and Family and protecting ‘their women’ from being sexually assaulted  and terrorized when it is clear to anyone with eyes-

THEY DO NOT GIVE A DAMN about those things. They refuse to do anything to help or support women, children or our families. They’ve voted, against them  slammed them on social media and on their ” news channels”

Screw these thugs- every last one of them.

 

When Batibat Calls

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RDP Tuesday: Universe

When I was little my Filipina Grandmother told me about the Batibat- she also told me that the only way to keep Batibat out of your home was to have a cat for protection.

The cat wasn’t a part of the traditional folklore- on the other hand we never had trouble with Batibat when other people did so maybe she was on to something,

Anita

Shadow, 1954 Boris Petrovich Sveshnikov ( 1928 – 1998 )

Let’s talk about the shadow that the cat saw on the door just after sunset.

The cat heard, from it’s uncomfortable but necessary perch in the drafty part of the kitchen, the black oily shadow  slither out from inside of the dead tree that had fallen over night in the storm.

The cat smelled dead mice and bird innards as it slid up the walkway to the backdoor.

He watched the shadow’s figure grow taller and fuller against the door and he even heard the floorboards under the shadow groan and creak.

The Cat didn’t twitch a single whisker, he didn’t blink and eye, he kept his tail quiet and still.

He saw the shadow waver, as if it were about to knock and ask to be let in, but it stepped back from the door and then it moved forward, just a little again.

The cat held it’s breath, the shadow filled the doorway and then it raised it’s dark hand in front of it’s face and just before it was about to step in, the cat opened it’s mouth and it hissed.

The shadow at the door turned towards the cat, and it hissed back at the cat and then it growled at the cat and in a puff of smoke it was gone, flying as if the Devil himself were after it,  to the dead tree in the backyard.

The cat blinked his eyes, he moved his ears from front to back, he let his tail stretch and curl around his body and then

from down the hall his human came, her face lit up when she saw him sitting at the table.

” What have you been doing all day? ” she asked ” Have you been waiting for me to come home and give you dinner?”

There was no way for his Human to know this, but when she smiled at him the darkest corners of the Cat’s world sparkled with sunlight.

She swept him up in her arms and he rubbed his face against her chin and when she turned around and he was facing the door, he looked for the shadow and dared for it to come in.

” I love you more then there are stars and moons in the entire universe. ” she told him.

He fell against her chest, he looked up into her eyes and if he could have said ” and I would make a meal out of anything that tried to take you away from me. ”

But he supposed she knew

he was right, she did

And now the Batibat in their backyard

knew it too.

Villages of The Forgotten Dead

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RDP Monday: CRUMBLE

Graves that are crumbling and falling into ruin seem to be more lively then the often visited and well maintained ones – which is funny when you think about it,

anita

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Bear Creek Cemetery/Turner Cemetery
Washington state.

Photot A.M. Moscoso
Bear Creek Cemetery
Washington State

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Comet Lodge Cemetery
Seattle, WA

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Saint Louis Cemetery Number One

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Saint Louis Cemetery Number One

“Over all was that air of abandonment and decay which seems nowhere so fit and significant as in a village of the forgotten dead.”
― Ambrose Bierce, The Death of Halpin Frayser

Fletcher and Grand

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RDP Friday: FROWZY

Anton Pieck

The green house on Fletcher and Grand has a mudroom.

You would think that a mudroom would be dark and maybe a little dank or moldy, but I’ve been told by a few people  this mudroom is none of those things.

The window in the mudroom catches the morning sun and at night the street lights cast a pale orange glow through the small panes of glass and when you open the door there is always a nice sweet smelling breeze that blows into the little room and it hangs in the air for a few seconds before it disappears.

Mrs. Longmuir, the lady who owns the green house on Fletcher and Grand dresses a little frowzy on her dusting days, but for the rest of the week she is a lot like her mudroom- she looks simple, neat and when she walks she has a little bounce in her step which is surprising because she is well into her 70’s.

I used to walk my dog by her place just after 6:00 and she was usually out in her yard then, puttering around her rose bushes. She wore one of those big gardening hats and her gloves matched the fabric around the brim of her hat.

I would slow down and wave hello, my dog would always pull a little harder on his leash to get us going again and Mrs Longmuir would wave her pruning shears at us.

One evening I strolled by without my dog. He was at the groomers and I was taking a little walk to kill some time before I had to pick him up.

Mrs. Longmuir asked me if I would help her take some of the flowers she had just cut-

” Dear, ” she said ” would you mind helping me to take some of these flowers into my murder room? ”

I saw a bunch of cut roses at the door in a basket and in Mrs. Longmuir’s gloved hand she wasn’t holding her gardening shears. She was holding a pair of long gleaming scissors.

I stopped. I could not take my eyes off of the scissors.

She snapped them opened and close exactly two times.

” My dog.” I said, ” My dog got loose. I’m trying to find him. I’m sorry, I have to -”

” I see, ” she said with a bright and sunny smile and when she started to assure me maybe I could stop by later and help her take her flowers in she would say ‘ mudroom’ this time.

” That would be lovely, ” she said ” if you could help me take my roses into my murder room. That room needs a little cheering up and I’d like to feed sooner rather then later.

She opened and snapped her scissors closed twice and I never walked by the Green House on Fletcher and Grand again.